"What could possibly survive in the Soul River?" Lu Yang cried in alarm. The Thunderclap Saber split into countless illusory blades, conjuring layer upon layer of Blade Curtains in an instant to block the flying blades hurtling toward him. The two clashed, ringing out in a series of ear-splitting impacts.
Above Lu Yang, the Middle-aged Man now held a huge canopy parasol, though no one had seen when it appeared.
Golden light suffused the parasol, dispelling some of the mist rising from the Soul River.
The parasol opened, sheltering both the Middle-aged Man and the Red-bearded Elder beneath it.
Though the flying blades crashed relentlessly against the seemingly soft canopy, layer upon layer, the enormous parasol remained completely unharmed.
Farther above, the old woman casually tossed the Dragon Head Cane from her hand. It transformed into a gigantic azure dragon, thousands of zhang long!
"Roar!"
The azure dragon lifted its head and let out a long cry. One by one, the blue-gold Dragon Scales across its enormous body shone with dazzling light.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The azure dragon opened its jaws and spat out a huge mass of dragonflame, instantly burning all the flying blades to nothing.
"Go on ahead. Leave this beast to me!" In an instant, the old woman's hunched back straightened. Her aged face visibly grew younger, bit by bit, as if time were flowing backward over her.
In the blink of an eye, the deep creases and wrinkles on her face disappeared.
Her withered, yellowed skin gradually regained the snowy-white luster and vibrant fullness of a young woman.
Even Lu Yang couldn't help but be dazzled by the old woman's youthful beauty.
There was no doubt that hundreds of years ago, she had been a rare beauty in Northern Savage Province.
The Red-bearded Elder stared at